[Verse 1]
Crip n***as, Blood n***as, Essay's, Asians
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boyz, Jamaicans
Latin Kingz, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians
All these mutha f**as been patiently waiting
Since the west coast fell off the steets been watchin
The west coast neva fell off i was asleep in Compton
Aftermath been here the beats been knockin
Nate Dogg doin his thing DPG still poppin
I got California love f**in b**hes to that Pac sh**
And westside connection been had it locked b**h
I'm in the rear view my guns is co*kin
I'll put red dots on that n***a head like rodman
All stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases
Faught that, not guilty im back
n***as hate me been there, done that, sold crack
Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back, payback
Homie i'll bring ur CA back
And i don't do bu*ton up shirts or drive Maybacks
All u old record labels tryin to advance
Aftermath b**h take it like a mutha f**in man
[Chorus x2]
If you take a look in my eyes
You see i'll be a gangsta till I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell them where your from
n***a westside!
[Verse 2]
I'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala
Gold d spinnin, chrome hydraulics
Run up on my low-low you stop breathin
Hollow tips make n***as dissappear like houdini
Gang bangin is real
Homie im livin proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walkin on top of da devils roof
Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that
Cause red strings in this converse and this a Dre track
Keep jibberin jabberin i'll pull a .38 magnum
And get the clickin and clackin
You'll homies will wanna kno what happened
Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson
I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clappin
Prior to rappin I was drug traffic, and
In the dope spot playin John Madden
Homie I ain't braggin, I took five
If u wanna die run up on that black 745
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
New York New York, big city of dreams
I got my L.A Dodger fitted on im doin my thing
Got me f**in wit G-Unit you kno the drama that bring
I got n***as in Westside Compton and Southside Queens
And Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through
So i don't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo
I'm gangsta more like Deebo when he was Zeus
Play bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice
You n***as is nuts so, i take off ur roof
Leave your a** steched out like a Cadilac Coupe
God gotta let me in heaven all the sh** I been through
I was an OG in the hood before i truned 22
Homie I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest
And I don't contemplate whether or not he left that sh** on the dresser
Got Compton on my back
Im startin to feel the pressure
I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records
[Chorus x2]